Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What is that, hm?
or leave off ordering people about.
Fight well, Iorek, my dear.
We have a busy few weeks.
MAN: Look out, Lyra!
[Thumping]
Lyra!
It's a spy-fly.
[Screaming, exclaiming]
Aaah!
Lord Asriel. Mrs. Coulter and them--
and he's still gone.
How do you do, Lord Faa?
N--no animal or insect, at any rate.
You cross on your own. I will follow.
- ever going to hurt you. - [Gasps]
Not by me.
against the effects of Dust.
And we witches live for hundreds of years.
a golden compass...
ROGER: They hardly ever use this one, but be quick.
MASTER: Lyra, my dear...
What's the Magisterium for?
[Metallic whistling sound]
Um, uh, Mrs. Coulter? This is our Lyra, Lyra Belacqua, Lord Asriel's niece.
[Panting]
The needle keeps stopping at the same symbols--
What kind ofwork is that for a Panserbjørn?
from the falling stars that land in Svalbard.
Come, little dæmon.
We're going home, aren't we, Lyra?
No, it is no aberration.
PANTALAIMON: Oh, Lyra.
SECOND MAN: You, cover the canal.
You may as well take him away and replace him with a doll.
Where are we gonna go?
Well, some people know what's best for them...
I'm leaving immediately.
Minecraft Panda vs Polar Bear
Don't be silly. I want to look around.
Irreplaceable.
We needn't be concerned with Lord Asriel any longer.
We help children grow up.
We'll find Ratter.
- [All shouting] - [Roger panting]
Ah, Lord Asriel.
You figurin' on joining this turkey shoot?
- [Grunts] - [Gasps]
And anyway, my mother's the one who put the curse...
- Don't let them see you. - PANTALAIMON: That's fine with me.
Hmm, perhaps we shouldn't have invited Professor Docker.
They--they did it to Billy...
- [Gasps] - [Door opens]
Oh, Iorek.
I'm sure he will.
Я бэн говорил убью тебя по башкой
What is this place?
Mm.
♪ Full of grace ♪
We dæmons use it to see the truth in our own eyes.
♪ If there is no dream? ♪
- [Screeching] - Ah!
LYRA: You're not very grateful, are you?
But you, you're powerful and clever and rich...
Iorek!
Here it is.
you should all be afraid.
You and me, together.
[Roars]
Gracious god, what's this?
Aaah!
It must have been one of the scholars at Jordan.
A miscreant and a liar.
[Wind gusting]
[Speaks foreign language]
- [Caws] - Urgh!
Heh.
On top of the hourglass...
You're an aeronaut!
[Growling]
Perhaps you've made a mistake.
Oh, you have been living in an ivory tower, haven't you?
WOMAN: We'rejust not used to that reaction.
- Iorek Byrnison's gonna kill you. - Aah!
You've seen an ice bear?
Gonna get you!
War.
The Master wants you at high table!
Fortunately, little girls...
♪ Lyra ♪
That's what the smell is.